The very worst fears Job could have imagined were coming to pass in his life. He was struggling in his storm of loss and pain. Many of us have been there and understand that helpless feeling that tries to wash over us like crushing, winter, Pacific Ocean waves. Where do we go? Who do we go to when everything is crashing down around our heads? The apostle Peter said it well when Jesus asked His disciples if they were going to leave Him: “Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life” (John 6:68).<\/p>\n
Sometimes we hear people say, “I tried Jesus, but it didn’t work for me.” There are many today who have left Jesus because they were disgruntled, but we shouldn’t be surprised by this since some of Jesus’ early followers turned away from Him, even after seeing Him raise people from the dead! Which is in fact the reason Jesus asked His closest disciples if they were also going to leave. Peter realized that Jesus was the only source of real hope. There was nowhere and no one else they could go to for eternal hope. The Holy Spirit had opened Peter’s eyes to see just a little of who Jesus really was, and it changed Peter’s outlook on life.<\/p>\n
In Job 3, Job was not seeing with eyes of faith, and who could blame him? Job 2 tells us Job “didn’t sin with his lips,” but that doesn’t mean he never complained. Just the opposite actually, he complains bitterly through the rest of the book. He doubted God, told his friends to shut up because they didn’t know what he was going through, and even concluded that he should never have been born. But in all this, Scripture affirms that Job “did not sin with his lips.” This is good news for those of us who in our times of suffering, cry out in doubt and despair and have even foolishly screamed at God. In fact, some saints of old have argued that the Book of Job is an encouragement to us to express, rather than repress, the pain of our suffering.<\/p>\n
“LORD, please forgive us for complaining and help us to say with Peter that there is nowhere else to go.”<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n =============================================================<\/p>\n\n\n\n Job 3 KJV<\/p>\n\n\n\n 1<\/sup>\u00a0After this opened Job his mouth, and cursed his day.\u00a02<\/sup>\u00a0And Job spake, and said,\u00a0\u00a03<\/sup>Let the day perish wherein I was born, and the night\u00a0in which\u00a0<\/em>it was said, There is a man child conceived.\u00a04<\/sup>\u00a0Let that day be darkness; let not God regard it from above, neither let the light shine upon it.\u00a05<\/sup>\u00a0Let darkness and the shadow of death stain it; let a cloud dwell upon it; let the blackness of the day terrify it.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a06<\/sup>\u00a0As\u00a0for\u00a0<\/em>that night, let darkness seize upon it; let it not be joined unto the days of the year, let it not come into the number of the months.\u00a0\u00a07<\/sup>\u00a0Lo, let that night be solitary, let no joyful voice come therein.\u00a08<\/sup>\u00a0Let them curse it that curse the day, who are ready to raise up their mourning.\u00a0\u00a09<\/sup>\u00a0Let the stars of the twilight thereof be dark; let it look for light, but\u00a0have\u00a0<\/em>none; neither let it see the dawning of the day:\u00a0\u00a010<\/sup>\u00a0Because it shut not up the doors of my\u00a0mother\u2019s\u00a0<\/em>womb, nor hid sorrow from mine eyes. 11<\/sup>\u00a0Why died I not from the womb?\u00a0why\u00a0<\/em>did I\u00a0not\u00a0<\/em>give up the ghost when I came out of the belly?\u00a012<\/sup>\u00a0Why did the knees prevent me? or why the breasts that I should suck?\u00a013<\/sup>\u00a0For now should I have lain still and been quiet, I should have slept: then had I been at rest,\u00a014<\/sup>\u00a0With kings and counsellors of the earth, which built desolate places for themselves;\u00a015<\/sup>\u00a0Or with princes that had gold, who filled their houses with silver:\u00a016<\/sup>\u00a0Or as an hidden untimely birth I had not been; as infants\u00a0which\u00a0<\/em>never saw light.\u00a017<\/sup>There the wicked cease\u00a0from\u00a0<\/em>troubling; and there the weary be at rest.\u00a0\u00a018<\/sup>\u00a0There\u00a0<\/em>the prisoners rest together; they hear not the voice of the oppressor.\u00a019<\/sup>\u00a0The small and great are there; and the servant\u00a0is\u00a0<\/em>free from his master. 20<\/sup>\u00a0Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter\u00a0in\u00a0<\/em>soul;\u00a021<\/sup>\u00a0Which long for death, but it\u00a0cometh\u00a0<\/em>not; and dig for it more than for hid treasures;\u00a022<\/sup>\u00a0Which rejoice exceedingly,\u00a0and\u00a0<\/em>are glad, when they can find the grave?\u00a023<\/sup>\u00a0Why is light given\u00a0<\/em>to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?\u00a024<\/sup>\u00a0For my sighing cometh before I eat, and my roarings are poured out like the waters.\u00a0\u00a025<\/sup>\u00a0For the thing which I greatly feared is come upon me, and that which I was afraid of is come unto me.\u00a0\u00a026<\/sup>\u00a0I was not in safety, neither had I rest, neither was I quiet; yet trouble came.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" The very worst fears Job could have imagined were coming to pass in his life. 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